I Became The Academy Necromancer

25. Until the Dawn

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Underground where only the sound of sparks and crackling remains.

The tightly closed door opens, and the light of a small lantern stretches out and illuminates the interior.

When it reached the girl made of blue flames at the end, the girl who was looking down at the ground raised her head.

Finden-Ai smiled at Emily, who was struck by her eyes, and asked.

“Are you feeling a little better?”

[…] … .]

At Finden Eye’s question, the girl glanced down at her hand. I thought that the flames of the necromancer could give pain close to eternity.

Perhaps it was the result of the girl’s resentment, but surprisingly, within a few days, Marx’s soul was completely annihilated.

[I thought revenge would make me feel a little better.]

“By the way?”

When Finden-Ai asks softly, saying that she will listen to the story slowly, Emily catches her breath as if she doesn’t know what to do.

Blue flames shimmered, signaling that Emily’s mind was unstable.

[It was definitely thrilling to see the research director crying out in pain, asking for forgiveness, and apologizing in my hands.]

“… … .”

[However, even after he has completely disappeared, there is still a lump in me.]

Saying he understands, Finden-Eye nods and points outward.

“So our master has set up a stage for you, why don’t you go see it?”

[…] … Is that really true?]

At Emily’s question, Finden-Ai smiled as if she was enjoying her inquiry with the girl. It was the best care she could give.

[If I go now, I can give Detros Verdi the same pain.]

“That’s right, I will scream, kneel, and apologize in front of you, just like Maalx.”

[And what if he achieves complete annihilation like Marx?]

What the girl was worried about was not simply wanting revenge.

Having already annihilated Marx, she collapsed more than expected.

Also, even if you do that, you will eventually notice that the eung-Eori inside yourself is still left.

[Detros Verdi has also disappeared, what if I still hold grudge? Then who else should I take this anger out on?]

“… … .”

The girl’s anger is justified.

However, no matter how much that anger pours out, if it doesn’t end.

[Then won’t I become another monster?]

Emily looking down at the crumbled remains of the anthroposophytes. Fear was palpable in her voice, tone, and trembling.

Maybe, wouldn’t he himself become a monster caught in emotions and revenge?

Can I pour out these feelings the way I want?

“do not worry.”

However, as if answering the girl’s concerns, Finden Ai grinned.

“Our master, though filthy unlucky.”

[…] … .]

“Because he is a very special necromancer.”

Finden-Ai slowly turns around and steps aside from the door. Now, in front of Emily, the door to the outside stretched out in a straight line.

“Never let you become a monster, never a demon. That person will stop you.”

[ah.]

Emily let out a sigh and involuntarily took a step forward. The screams of demons echo outside.

Like an instinct, I was driven by a desire to go there.

“Then let’s go. Findenai, the maid of the Verdi family, will serve you.”

Emily nodded as she looked at Finden-Ai, who politely put her hands together and bowed her head.

[Please.]

Laughing softly, Finden Ai leads the way. I climbed the stairs, got out of the basement, reached the first floor, and stood at the entrance of the mansion.

At the front gate of the mansion, the head butler and the head maid were standing together, and the two bowed in greeting at the same time.

“Meet the distinguished guests.”

“Meet the distinguished guests.”

The front door opens.

Numerous souls wandering through the dark dawn sky.

Deius Verdi’s exorcism not only summoned the spirits of the mansion and the graveyard, but also attracted numerous spirits wandering around.

Also, as many souls began to gather, ordinary people were able to see them.

This was a phenomenon that temporarily occurred in places where many souls flocked, such as the Lovern Academy, called the realm.

[ah.]

And countless workers lined up in front of the door. Standing at regular intervals, they were making a single path.

I couldn’t see the end yet, but I knew very well who would be at the end.

Emily took a step without difficulty, following their guidance.

“Meet the distinguished guests.”

Every time they pass by the servants, they bow deeply and politely greet Emily.

The Verdi family was in the process of giving her the greatest courtesy they could.

At that time, a spirit walking nearby tried to land on the path Emily was walking on.

Whoo!

The sword swings and creates a wind. It couldn’t directly damage the soul, but it could distort the shape itself.

The man who crossed the road was none other than Darius Verdi, the current head of Verdi.

He was silent, stood on the road, took one look at Emily, then slowly turned and opened the way.

“sorry.”

short silence.

Emily took it and continued to walk forward.

“Gil way! Don’t make them come rushing in!”

“Guard near the cemetery! The candle must not go out!”

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Gradually, as we reached the end of the road, a strong voice rang out.

The members of the scrap dealer were trying to prevent unrelated spirits from interfering with the cemetery.

Finden-Eye frowned, wondering if the noise would offend her, but Emily knew it was an effort for herself, so she said nothing.

thud!

drums are ringing

Strangely, it struck a chord in Emily’s heart.

and the end of the road.

The dark-haired woman, Deia, bowed respectfully and held out her hand into the cemetery.

“I was waiting.”

Following Finden Eye’s guidance, Deia carefully twisted her body.

Then, Finden Ai and the other servants turned around and saw off Emily on her way for the last time.

“Please, go in peace.”

[…] … .]

thud!

Enter the graveyard past the old man playing drums with Deia.

There, countless evil spirits were biting each other.

[Die!]

[I’ll eat your eyeballs! just like you did! I will eat your eyeballs!]

[Kuaaa!]

[rest? rest? You bastard quietly closed your eyes while I wandered around Verdi burning with resentment!]

They do not take care of their own bodies at all, and only hurt, resent, and scream at others.

In a way, a kind of hell.

And in the center stood Deius Verdi looking up at them.

Deia, who guided him to the front, bowed her head deeply and backed away.

Now it was time for the two of them.

“How was it?”

Deius asked, looking at the demons biting each other as if swirling in the sky.

“Has Han loosened up a bit?”

After hesitating for a moment at his poking words, Emily responded honestly.

[…] … Nope.]

“yes.”

As if expected, Deius calmly continued to ask questions.

“Do you see the man at the end?”

A man whose whole body was being torn apart by the teeth of countless evil spirits, but struggled with his hands and feet busily moving.

[Yes.]

“That man is Detros Verdi. He is the man who annihilated you, your family and all your compatriots.”

Being silent, Emily follows the man with her eyes. He didn’t seem to know that Emily was here yet.

“If you give Detroth Verdi the same pain, will you be able to relax and fall asleep?”

[…] … I don’t know.]

Emily’s voice was choking. She let out a suffocated breath, not knowing what to do.

[I want revenge, but will the resentment inside me really go away? I inflicted pain on the research director without a break, but.]

“… … .”

[It was only the first time that I liked it. After that, rather, only futility took place, and the resentment inside me did not disappear.]

Now Deus’s eyes turned to Emily. Emily also carefully makes eye contact with him.

[What should I do?]

At that, Deus looked at Emily for a moment and then opened his mouth in a voice that was not different from usual.

“Many say they seek revenge to settle a grudge.”

[…] … .]

“Indeed, many people, even after death, are unable to resolve their grievances, so they do not rest and wander about.”

It was Deius who had heard of countless deaths and their resentment, so he could affirm it.

“Most of them wander around without achieving anything, exhausted from self-efforts and resting. Han will remain in a deep corner of my heart, and one day I will close my eyes, dreaming of the moment of revenge that will come like a miracle.”

And it was the present scene that made it happen.

“The time for revenge has come. Emily, what should I do to alleviate your resentment?”

[…] … I am.]

The tip of Deus’ wand points to Detros Verdi. He was now crushed and weighed down by countless souls.

“To give Detroth Verdi endless pain and eventually to annihilate it completely? Or somehow bring Marx back to life and make him crawl on the floor and beg again?”

Emily, who kept her mouth shut, looked at Deius as if demanding an answer. She knew too. That nothing can solve your grievance.

And Deus too.

“I’m sorry, Emily, but resentment is not an exhausting emotion.”

Deius lowered his wand and looked at Emily again.

Slowly getting down on one knee, staring into her eyes.

“Resolving grudges is a misnomer. Emily, it hurts. A deep scar that can never be erased, and if you recall it, you will have no choice but to live in continued pain.”

[ah… … .]

If it hadn’t been for the sparks, tears would have flowed from Emily’s eyes now.

What Deus said just now.

It was because he was saying that there was no salvation left for him.

“Just by giving the culprit pain, by making him scream, by hearing his begging for help. There is no way you can forgive someone who ruined your life and the lives of those you love.”

[Yes.]

Since it was Emily who had already destroyed Marx, she could deeply sympathize and understand.

As long as he was inside himself, he could not disappear with just such an act.

Took.

Deus’ hand touches Emily’s head. The flames were burning fiercely, but they only warmly embraced them, as if they recognized the owner, Deius.

“Most of the living cannot give anything to the dead. Saying that you are for the dead is, after all, only your own consolation and self-satisfaction.”

But I’ll add it later.

“I am a necromancer. Coincidentally, it’s a category that doesn’t fit in ‘most’.”

Swoop.

stroke her hair

Feelings and warmth that I thought I would never feel again now feel through Deus’s palms.

“This is the only parting gift I can give you.”

[…] … .]

Emily’s body begins to burn. The blue flame was stronger and bigger than anyone in the graveyard.

“Regret will linger, but struggle as best you can until dawn.”

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Gut is also called a festival.

I remember hearing that in the old days, when there was a shaman performing an exorcism, all the people from the neighboring village would gather and enjoy it together.

Instead of singing, this place is full of resentment and screams toward each other.

Instead of dancing, only the spectacle of biting each other is unfolding.

Muak is simple and simply beats drums in rhythm.

but.

“Dance and sing all you want. Until I collapse from exhaustion and can close my eyes naturally.”